I don’t know how long we lay entangled on top of the bed. It felt like time didn’t count and we could remain there while the world spun along without us. This illusion was broken by the sound of the key in the lock. I tried to pull away from Li to present a decent appearance, but Li wasn’t having any of it. She held me locked in her embrace.
The door opened and a face poked in. “Can we come it?”
“Who’s we?”
The door opened the rest of the way. “WE are!” Darcy and Joey came bouncing into the room together. “We won’t look . . .” Joey began,
“if you don’t want us to,” Darcy finished, her curious eyes belying her words as she drank in the sights. “Isn’t he just wonderful?” she continued, addressing her words to Li.
Li sat up, not attempting to cover herself in the process. “Definitely as advertised. I owe you big, roomy.”
“Pass it along. I owe him big time, too,” Darcy replied.
“Yeah, me too,” said Joey. “Why, Fred is becoming a Yenta, or something.”
“Pfew,” I said. “I thought you were going to say, ‘pimp.’”
“Not quite a pimp, I don’t think,” said Joey. “It’s more like he’s a sex therapist.”
“Yeah, a teacher of sexual delights.”
“Technique, too.”
“I can see his ad now: Fred Fringle: Unlicensed Sex Therapist. He will get you off.”
“Hey, guys. Let’s not make too much of this. I was just trying to lend a hand where it was needed.”
“Yeah, lend a hand, a mouth, and a cock, more like,” Darcy laughed.
“Always willing to help,” I replied. “Hey, thanks for making scarce, guys. Li and I really appreciated it.”
“It’s okay. We had a pretty good time, too.”
“How did you get so smart about fucking anyway?” Joey asked. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Well, I learned a lot from Molly. I mean her body is a prime instructional aid, but I had a lot of help from some girls I knew in high school, too.”
“You must have started young.” Li commented.
“Actually, I got a pretty late start. You see I was one of the biggest dweebs of all time. But then something happened you’d never believe.
“It happened like this. You see, there were four girls I hung around with. One day they got together for a slumber party.
“In the way of young girls everywhere, they were talking about the guys they knew in school. One of them casually mentioned something that happened in English.
“Mr. Freeman made everybody bring their ‘favorite’ poems to class. Everybody hated that assignment, but Mr. Jones told us ‘If some of you don’t have a favorite poem; just pretend, if you have to. Oh, yes, please be prepared to tell the class why you like it best.’
“Up to then,” she continued, “I’d never particularly noticed Fred Fringle. Unlike the rest of the guys and most the girls, he actually admitted to ‘grooving’ as he put it, the poem he read. At first he read with fits and starts, ‘I went out to um, the hazel wood, er, because a fire was in my head,’ but before long the poem started to flow and his voice became strong,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I turned to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
“By the time he got to the last stanza, I was enrapt”
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
“By the time he finished, I was wet between the legs—something that had never happened to me before except at night in bed.
The girls name was Melanie. Sometimes she thought she was too old (eighteen) for slumber parties, but in truth, she hadn’t become swept up in dating yet and had three special girl friends that were in more or less the same position, as she and they tended to hang together. That is not to say they didn’t manage to find dates to the major school dances, but rarely any other occasions, and the dances weren’t exactly hot dates if you know what I mean.
Here’s the way she described the whole thing to me. I’ll tell the rest of the story in her voice.
“Okay, you’re right. We are skaggs, at least in the popular opinion of the in-crowd of our school, for whom, if you don’t spend all your time toning and shopping and combing your hair, you are out in left field. If you read instead of watching MTV . . . I’m sorry, I’m getting carried away. It may be that I’m just bitter; I tell myself that I don’t want to be like them but if truth be told, and I have promised to tell the truth, if truth be told, I would like to have the kind of social life they do. I’m just not prepared to pay the price you apparently have to pay.
So we four skaggs kinda hung out together and sleep over at each other’s homes. You guys, you wouldn’t like to hear what we have to say about you. Not that it’s that bad, but you’d be surprised. We’re thought to be prissy, but we aren’t prissy when we compare the guys in our class. You know, who has the tautest buns, the biggest bulge, the cutest dimples. Whose face we’d like to sit on. (Yes that’s right and we know what it means. You aren’t the only ones who sneak videos out of your parents’ bedrooms).
I was the last to arrive Friday evening at Melody’s (not to be confused with me, Melanie) house and I could tell right a way that I’d missed out on something from the girlish (yes, I admit it, but come on, we are girls) laughter rolling up the stairs to meet me as I descended to the basement.
“Okay, guys, what’s going on? What did I miss?”
“Marsha was just telling us about the charades game in Mrs. Meelie’s room.”
“Huh? I didn’t hear about it.”
“Well, Jane the mane–I hate her hair—always wants to show off, so she was first to act out a word and she started by hugging herself so from behind it looked like she was making out with a guy, so everyone snickered and guessed, ‘making out,’ ‘kissing,’ making love,’ (Billy Freeman who’ll say anything said ‘fucking,” and like that and she keep egging everyone on as if they were close, but it went on and on and nobody could figure out what the hell she was getting at. Finally everyone gave up and she told us the answer was ‘wet.’ Mrs. Meelie said she didn’t understand what her acting out was trying to get at, and Jane said, ‘it’s like you’re making out and you get wet, you know?’”
“Ick!” I said.
“Super ick,” Melanie said. “but that’s not all. Mrs. Meelie got really bent. She turned bright red and grabbed Jane by the ear and dragged her out of the room and down to the office to talk to the vice principal.”
“Yeah,” Marsha said. “I was in the office and the first thing I know, the Meelie drags Jane in and sets her down and walks into the principal’s office and then I hear ‘whisper whisper whisper,’ and then I hear Mr. Jones yelling, ‘there is no way I’m going to talk to Jane about what happens to her when she gets sexually excited.’ Then he says, ‘I don’t care. You take care of it, or I’ll just hold her until the end of the period and let her go. Really Mrs. Meelie, sometimes the best thing is just to do nothing.’”
“I hate to say it, but the man can be cool. If only he weren’t principal.” said Melanie.
Melody chipped in, “We’re lucky he’s principal and not Meelie.”
Then Marsha said, “I just wish I knew what it was like to get wet because of what a guy was doing to me.”
And I confessed that I’d got wet listening to Freddy read that poem I told you about. “Fred Fringle? But he’s a geek.” I’m not sure who said it but that was the general consensus.
“I don’t care if he is a geek. I think he’s cute. I know he’s smart and to me, he’s as cute as any of the jocks and a lot nicer than most of them.”
“You’re right,” said Melody. “Listen to us. Being down on the guys who are most like us. We should know better.”
“Okay, I’ll give you that,” said Melanie. “Fred is kinda cute. But who are the other guys who are ‘our equivalents, as you put it?”
We had quite a discussion and finally came up with a list: Fred, Louis, Danny and Mark. “I think we should kidnap them and make them do our will,” Melanie said in jest.
“That would be hard.”
“God, I hope it would be hard.” Everybody laughed at the double entendre.
“What would your will be?”
“Well, I’d like to get real hot and see what it’s like.”
“Don’t you masturbate?”
“You know I do, but it isn’t the same and you know that too. What else do we talk about.”?
“How far would you go?”
“I don’t know. Pretty far, maybe.”
“Really?”
“I don’t know. Why not?”
“Don’t you want to stay a virgin?”
“Not particularly. Do you?”
The consensus was no. “But what if you don’t like it?”
“Then I won’t do it. That’s pretty easy.”
“You don’t really mean it.”
“Maybe not, but I sure would like to give it a chance to happen.”
“I know what you mean. I just isn’t fair that the jocks and cheerleaders have all the fun. You know, what we need is our own alternative ‘in’ group.”
“Ha ha. ‘In’ group. Is that a double ententre?”
“Man, I wish Mrs. Meelie never taught you that term. You see double meanings everywhere you look.”
“Well, sorrie.”
“Actually, that one’s pretty funny.”
We fantasized all the way to dinner and after dinner we took the topic up again. Did we have to courage to act on this fantasy? If so, how?
“How about a pool party?”
“Oh sure, and your family can all take notes.”
“Umm, Mom and Dad are going to a trade show in San Diego and Billy is going to stay with his Dad.”
“That’s right, you have different fathers, don’t you?”
“Yep.”
“Are you suggesting what I think you are, Marge?” Yep, that’s right: Melanie, Melody, Marsha and Marge. The four ‘M’s.
“Well, we could have a pool party with a very exclusive guest list.”
“God, let’s do it.”
“Okay,” Marsha the planner said. Who’s going to be in charge of refreshments? What are we going to drink? Can any one get booze? What else?”
“How about some ice breakers?”
“Melanie and I will take care of that.”
“No, let’s all do that tonight. It should be a gas. I’m thinking strip poker . . . “
“No way. We’ll be in swim suits, how much stripping will there be?’
“How much stripping do you want?”
“How about ‘Truth or Dare?”
“I can get some really righteous dope from my brother,” I said.
“Can we trust him?”
“Don’t worry. He won’t bust us.”
“This is going to be so cool.”
“Should we get condoms? I mean, who will get condoms?”
“Are you sure about that? We’re not going to like have an orgy, first thing, are we?”
“Maybe not, but we should be ready.”
“God, I can’t believe it. But we can’t do that. What if someone talked?”
That was like a dash of cold water. What if, indeed. “We need some kind of insurance.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, what if . . . “
I haven’t written in all the oohs, ahhs, and giggles. I’m not a professional writer, but I bet you can imagine where they go. About every other word, if you need help guessing. I could tell you all our plans, but instead, I’ll let you discover them as they unfolded.
We made one big planning mistake. We didn’t have a list of alternates. Actually, only one of the boys couldn’t make it (and he was sorry) and we figured out his replacement during P.E.
It’s a good thing the pool is indoors because God did not smile on our plans. It was raining like hell. But where we live, the pool has to be indoors or we’d hardly ever be able to use it because of the harsh winters and it would fill with pine needles the rest of the year. The pool is pretty small. The only reason we have it is because of my mom’s rheumatism. But living where we do, it doesn’t have to be big; it’s a treat at any size.
The day arrived. I hadn’t slept for days. My nights were full of fevered dreams and fantasies that were too hot to be real. But I gave my imagination full reign. Freddy arrived first, and the sweetie, he even brought a bouquet of flowers. They were wild flowers, but it was still a sweet touch. “Can I help you get ready?”
“Well, you could help . . . but actually, everything’s been ready all day. I haven’t thought of anything else.”
“How many guys are coming?”
“Three other ‘guys’ and three more girls.”
“Is that all?”
“It’s a small pool.”
“Where is it?” I took Freddy down the trail to the pool house which is a pretty ideal party room with chaise lounges, lounge pads, a small bar with a barbecue and refrigerator and a couple of plastic tables, around which were arranged eight plastic chairs.
“This is way cool. I never knew this was here. Oh, oh. Your folks left a 12-pack of beer in the refrigerator.”
“Actually there are three more and no they didn’t. That’s for tonight. Have one.”
Just then I heard the sound of tires on gravel and Freddy and I ran, cans of beer in hand, up to meet Louis and Mark who arrived in the same car with Melanie and Melody. Dan and Marsha didn’t arrive for another fifteen minutes but that wasn’t surprising because Marsha was picking up the pizzas.
Putting the pizzas aside for later, boys and girls headed for their respective changing rooms where we girls giggled thinking about the boys reaction to the pin ups we’d pinned on their dressing room walls. Before long we were at poolside in our new suits yelling at the boys, what’s taking you so long. We were sure they would have erections and they probably did because when we didn’t stop yelling at them to come, they emerged carrying beach towels in front of them.
“Here, let me have that towel, Fred,” I teased.
Now let me say this; I don’t pretend that we were visions of loveliness. After all, we’re not ‘in’ and there’s probably a reason for this, but I think we looked damn good. We’d all spent a day in the big city, a four hour drive away, by the way, shopping for suits and the result was eight tiny pieces of cloth that didn’t make more than a bow to decency. The boys must have like them because they all said ‘wow’ before diving in the pool (to hide their reactions, I suspect). We followed close behind and proceeded to tease them in every way we could think of without being overt about it. Splashing, swimming between their legs while rubbing against their ball sacks, and thrusting our busts in their faces.
After a while Marsha set stage one into action when she dived into the pool and ‘accidentally’ lost her top in the process. She stood with her hands over her breasts and asked if anybody could see the top, which she’d carefully tossed to the far side of the pool. Any of the guys who didn’t see a lot wasn’t trying as she artfully wiggled back into the top again.
“You know I usually don’t wear a suit when I swim here. It feels really neat to go through the pool without a suit,” I said, from some experience.
“I noticed,” said Marsha. “I mean, look at my nipples. Oops, I didn’t say that.” And she quickly put her hands over her breasts.
It wasn’t much later that Danny was standing at the edge of the pool and Melody suddenly pulled down his trunks and pushed him into the pool where he didn’t land gracefully. His face was bright red as he quickly fumbled trying to pull his trunks up again but not before we could check him out. His butt was just as taut as I thought and his cock was erect, sticking out straight from his body.
“Nice cock,” Melanie yelled. Danny blushed even redder.
Mark, who is one of the coolest dudes, even if he isn’t in, said, “Do you want to see mine too?”
“Who, me,” asked Melanie?
“I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me your tits.”
“Yeah, show us your tits,” said Danny. “Fair is fair.”
Mark jumped out of the pool. Always one for the main chance, he quickly dropped his trunks and stood at the edge of the pool. “Is this what you want to see?” His cock was really erect and I suddenly realized that Danny’s cock had only been half hard because it stood out straight while Mark’s was pointing at the ceiling, bouncing against his stomach. After posing for what seemed like a long time—maybe five or six seconds, Mark jumped into the pool and swam over to Melanie and said, “I’ll help you with your top. ” He quickly reached behind her back and before she could re-think the issue, he untied the string and threw the top as far up on the apron of the pool as it would go. “Nice tits. Really.”
I’ll give Melanie this. She didn’t shrink from his inspection. I know she must have been shrinking inside, but she stood proud, back arched, thrusting her chest forward. And in justice, she had nothing to be ashamed of. Her tits were medium sized but more than any one of us, they had the classic ski-jump shape with the nipples just where the skier would have been when she took off on her jump.
While she stood there, the world stood still for the rest of us and we watched as Mark slowly reached over to give her breasts a stroke, then another. Then he suddenly turned her around, dipped underwater, swam between her legs and lifted her into the air on his shoulders. “Is she beautiful or what?” he yelled.
“What about the rest of you? asked Danny. “You’ve seen Mark and me and Melody. Are you going to sit back and watch or are you in the game?”
Three bikini tops flew through the air, but when Freddy hurried to give my boobs a squeeze, I froze him. “Nobody is going to touch these tits who is wearing a suit.”
Freddy’s suit flew up out of the pool where it joined our tops. Stage one was completed, and boys being boys, we four girls were soon astride our respective dates engaged in a spirited game of horse and rider.
After playing for quite a while—long enough for the boys to lose their erections, and when most the fun was out of the game, we made our way out of the pool everybody got a beer.
“I can’t help noticing that Danny’s cock looks quite different from the other guys,” Marsha mentioned casually, though it can’t have been as casual as all that.
“He’s uncut,” said Mark.
“What does that mean?”
“The rest of us had our foreskin removed as infants. It’s called circumcision.”
“I’ve heard of circumcision, but I didn’t know exactly what it meant. Actually, I still don’t.”
“Isn’t it usually something the Jews do?”
“For us Jews it’s a ritual,” said Danny, “But a lot of Gentiles do it too. It’s supposed to be for sanitary reasons.”
“Oh. I don’t understand.”
“Show her, Danny.” Freddy said.
“Aw . . .” Danny blushed.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to,” said Marsha.
“Naw, I’ll show you. He pulled his foreskin back. “See, under this skin is always wet and makes a good culture for growing bacteria. I have to be careful to keep it clean.”
“Then why doesn’t everybody do it?”
“Well, it’s more sensitive with the foreskin attached so sex is more enjoyable and some people think you can last longer without coming because the penis rides inside its own skin.”
“That doesn’t make sense, it can’t be both more sensitive and less.”
“I guess that’s right. I can’t judge.” Danny blushed. “I still haven’t used it to make love.”
By now his uncut penis was engorged with blood and standing proud. Marsha continued her questioning. “How do they remove the forehead?”
Everybody laughed. “Foreskin, dummy.”
“Foreskin. Anyway, how?”
Mark showed her his circumcision scar. They cut right here. You can still see the scar.”
Marsha put a finger and thumb around it. Mark’s cock leapt up and filled quickly until it was as erect as Danny’s.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m getting hungry.” I said. “I’ll put the pizza in the oven.” Freddy walked over to his suit and started to put it on. “Aw, don’t do that.” I said.
“Well, it don’t seem fair—us guys walking around with our cocks wanking and you girls all with your bottoms still on.”
“Well we have our tops off. Won’t that do you?”
The other guys, seeing an opportunity, quickly started to look for their suits. Marsha brought this to a quick halt when she quickly stepped out of her suit’s bottom. “There, does that satisfy you?”
“Look, she’s trimmed her pussy hair into a heart,” said Mark.
“Way cool.” The guys all agreed. When the other three of us were coaxed out of our bottoms, it turned out we all had trimmed our pussies in an identical way.
“Hey, the pizza’s ready. Come and get it.”
“Ouch. It’s hot.” Freddy was rubbing at his crotch with a towel. “Maybe it isn’t such a good idea to eat pizza naked. The cheese sticks and burns.” We all took the hint and draped ourselves with towels.
When the plates were all thrown away and the table cleared, I stood and said, “The four of us girls want to thank you guys for coming over tonight. Do you know what we all have in common? You don’t? It’s that we are all on the outside of the ‘in’ group. We’re skaggs, dweebs, nerds, but we’re also all intelligent and passably good looking.” A murmuring of agreement. “We got to talking about it and decided that the only thing to do that makes sense is to found our own ‘in’ group. Just the eight of us to begin with, but open to others later on. Are you interested?”
“Damn right, I’m interested,” said Mark, quickly seconded by Freddy. It was that easy.
“Let’s dance,” Marcia said. I had already put five CD’s in the player and put it on shuffle. So this became our first anatomy lesson. We learned that with people of average size, a guy’s cock comes up to our navels, or almost that far. No contact with the area we thought would enjoy the pressure, not that it was all bad. The thrill of skin-to-skin contact—that was a revelation. There wasn’t a soft cock to be seen.
“This is really surprising,” Mark said.
“How’s that.”
“I’ve spent every day since I reached puberty trying to hide my all too frequent boners, thinking it was either an awful or comical sight, but looking at the four erect cocks, here, I think it’s actually way cool. Sexy.”
“OH, sexy for sure.”
“Well, then, what do you think we play a game spin the bottle?”
“Aren’t we a little old for that?”
“You won’t think so when you know the rules.”
“Well,” said Freddy, “If you’re game, I guess I am. We can quit at any time, can’t we?”
“Yes you can quit, but you have to promise, no matter what, that what goes on in our group is secret.”
“Promising is easy. What if someone talks?”
“That’s why we’re going to video-tape. It’s called black mail. You talk and selected segments of the day’s activity will be circulated.”
“That’s damned smart. Who’s idea was that?”
“What, you don’t think we’re smart?”
“I didn’t mean it that way. Geeze, can’t you recognize admiration?”
“Oh, that’s better. Sorry.”
The video equipment was set up and two stacks of cards, half pink and half blue were put into the slots of an ‘UNO’ card tray. Meanwhile a cigar shaped joint started to circulate and quickly added to the buzz from the beer.
“Who’s first?” Just like in class, Freddy immediately raised his hand. “Take a blue card.”
Freddy read the card and looked up. The look on his face was something to see. “Okay, I guess.” He spun the bottle. It pointed at Mark.
“Spin again.”
“It’s closest to Marsha,” Mark said.
“Marsha, it is,” said Fred. I’m supposed to lie down on the lounge with you and hug you for two minutes. No petting. Damn.”
Marsha and Fred looked way cool. At first Fred’s cock was a little uncomfortable for both of them, but Fred soon found where it belonged. Well, not quite. He didn’t put it in, but it certainly ended up between Marsha’s legs where she could feel the slippery head, covered with precum, against the lips of her vagina which was also WET! Before the end of the two minutes you could see both of them moving their hips together and I’m certain they would have ended up fucking if the time hadn’t ran out when it did.
“That’s pretty hot,” Melody said.
“Damn straight,” said Mark.
“Another double entendre?”
“Let’s all try that,” suggested Melanie. Everybody was hot to try it. It was the coolest thing. The only light was the aqua light from the pool lights, under water. It was the first real exposure any of us had to the magic cocks and cunts coming together.
When the time ran out, several of us wanted to continue, but Molly insisted we keep to our plan. There was method to this plan, after all. We wanted to be knowledgeable about the male gender—more knowledgeable that would come from going straight to go without collecting our $200.
Fred took another card. “I’m supposed to show you what makes me hottest when I beat my meat.”
“Here we go, Freddy.” I showed him to the single bar stool that had gone unnoticed among the rest of the furniture in the pool house and turned on the lights, blinding us for a moment. “Go for it.”
Marsha stood right in front of Freddy while the rest of us crowded around. “The most sensitive part of my cock is where the foreskin attaches to the head of my cock.” As he said this he circled his already erect cock with his thumb and forefinger. When he pushed his cock head it almost looked like his foreskin was intact and the head of his cock was almost purple it was so red. “To begin, I just push the web of my thumb back and forth across this edge of the bulb . . . AH . . . I better stop. I don’t want to come.”
“Why not?”
“It’s too easy. I like to draw it out as long as I can. When I feel like I’m ready to come, I start to make long strokes from the bulb to the base of my cock without ever crossing the ridge . . . or I stop frigging my cock and massage my balls.” He showed us every move he described. The egg timer dinged.
“That’s it. Okay, Marsha, take a card.”
Marsha read, “Show him your clit.” She spun the bottle and it pointed straight at Danny. They quickly took their positions. Something about the seven of us standing looking at her was daunting. At first she just sat there covering her crotch with her hand and blushing red. “I don’t think I can do this.”
“I can,” said Melanie.
“No, she has to do it.”
“Maybe not first,” said Melanie.
“What do you think,” I asked.
“No, I’ll do it,” said Marsha and she quickly spread her pussy lips and then froze in place. Then she let go and started to stroke her pussy on the outside. “I’m sorry, but I have to warm it up before I can stand to touch it. It won’t take long. I don’t know why, but that’s the way it is.”
“Yeah, me to,” said Melody.
“You can sort of tell when it’s ready because it opens up. And indeed, her pussy seemed to be immune to the embarrassment she was feeling and the pussy lips started to swell up and open. Then she spread them the rest of the way. Wetting a finger, first in her mouth and then in the inner depths of her sex, she started to stroke her clitoris up and down. “This is real tender and I have to lubricate my finger before I touch it. Ahh Ahh, yes, it’s starting to feel good. Now watch this.” With that, she spread her clitoris hood and showed us the tiny little pearl inside. “This is the core that you all hear about if you read Penthouse Letters. You do, don’t you?”
Three of the guys said they did, but Danny said, “Naw, I read stories in Literotica.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ll tell you later. I want to pay attention. Reading about it is one thing, but as they say, a picture’s worth a thousand words.”
“If a picture’s worth that, what’s the real thing worth?”
“Immeasurable.”
“Hey, are you selling stocks or what?”
“Back to work.”
Marsha was beginning to huff and puff when the timer went off.
Mark was next. He spun Melody. “I get three minutes to play with her tits.” He sat her on the barstool. First he stroked her tits lightly. “Look at the nipples. They’re really getting hard.” He squeezed them between his fingers. Melody moaned and started to squirm in her chair. Mark moved around behind her and put his hands over both breasts and started to knead them while he put his face in the seam between her head and shoulder. Then he faced her again and bent over and started to suck her nipples, one, and then the other. She gave a huge sigh while her legs kept squirming on the chair as if her bottom was itchy. Mark’s cock was standing out with long beads of precum hanging down, with individual droplets traveling down them like bb’s rolling down an inclined plane in the physics lab. When he started to chew on her nipples Melody actually started to come and she wasn’t quiet about it. Moments later when the timer went off, there was a ripping sound when she lifted her butt off the seat.
“My God, the seats dripping wet. Someone get a towel.”
“I cannot believe it, I can’t believe it. I came. I came.” Melody kept repeating in wonderment. “That was the hottest I’ve ever been and I didn’t even touch my pussy. Oh, my!”
Melody was next. She spun the bottle to point at Freddy. “Hey, don’t I get a turn, asked Louis?”
“Be patient, Louis. Don’t be selfish.”
“I’m sorry. Was I selfish?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Melanie whispered in his ear. She took up position beside him and while they watched Freddy and Melody, she started to run her fingers over his chest. That held him pretty well, and he could still keep track of the action.
“I get to explore Danny’s cock. Again, that is.” She laughed. “I hope you’re up to it.”
His cock was standing tall and to confirm it he grasped it in his hand and pointed it at her. “Come and get it.”
“Hop up,” Melanie said. She began by exploring the foreskin, something that was as interesting to the boys as the girls—well, maybe not as interesting, but interesting nevertheless. Danny kept arching his back to push his cock toward her, something he couldn’t help doing and this tended to slide his butt off the stool, which, while it made his balls accessible, made it uncomfortable for him.
“Could I maybe lie down or something? Balancing on this stool just isn’t getting it,” Danny whined.
With our agreement, he quickly took up a new position on a lounge pad facing up. Even the girls found the view of Melanie’s pussy exciting as they viewed from behind her ass, which was lifted up in the air as she faced Freddy’s cock. She discerned a faint trace of odor in the air and her nose twitched as she leaned in close to see where it was coming from. Yes, it was Danny. The smell of his cock and its glistening precum overwhelmed the smell of the chlorine from the pool.
This worked to inflame her passions and she couldn’t help trying to stroke him with her fist like she’d seen him do, but she discovered that her hand was too small. It was awkward holding herself up with one hand while she used the other to stroke him but in an instant, she found the solution and leaned on both hands and let her pink little tongue flick out to taste his glistening cock head.
“It tastes good!” she said in surprise. She gave it another lick, and another. Each time, Danny’s hips twitched involuntarily, thrusting his cock toward her lips. “Oh, I think I died and went to heaven.” Inevitably her lips kissed he head of his cock and equally inevitably, he put his hands on the back of her head and pushed his erect dick into her mouth.
Melanie was shocked at herself—all the more so because instead of pulling back, she closed her lips on the head of his cock and sucked. If she’d been more experienced, she might have realized that her lips were on just that portion of his cock that he’d described as the most sensitive. She learned this when suddenly he tried to pull back. “I’m coming. Watch out.”
Slow to realize what this meant, she was slow to pull back and so, before she could, the first spurt of sticky white cum came in her mouth confusing her so that she actually pulled his cock further into her mouth instead of pushing him away. Then, the slow movement of the sticky fluid down her throat made her realize that something had happened and she pulled away to see what and the second spurt hit her square in the face, followed by another to her breasts and a final spurt to the floor.
“God, he really did it!” exclaimed Mark.
While I ran over to the CD player on pushed a pre-selected button, Melody yelled, “Way to go, Melanie! You got him off.”
Suddenly the CD blared out with a trumpet solo and I presented Melanie and Dan with red roses. “You win the prize for first to squirt.”
Everybody clapped and cheered.
“Oh that was so amazing,” said Dan. “Oh, Melody, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. You aren’t mad, are you?”
“Mad? I’m so happy I could scream. That was soooo hot.”
“I’ve got to wash off,” said Melanie.
“It must have been hot, Melody. Your pussy is full of white fluid just like you came too.”
“It is? How can you tell?”
“It’s your posture. You were exhibiting your pussy to us just like you were on exhibit.”
You could see Melody think about that. “I guess I was, wasn’t I. I didn’t even think about it. All I could think about was getting his cock further into my mouth. How can that be? Is it supposed to be a big treat for the girl? I guess it is.
“I can tell you, it made me hot, just watching.”
We took a couple minutes to clean up. Somebody was thinking when she stocked the bar with several rolls of paper towels.
“Okay, Louis, Here’s your chance. Are you ready?”
“Boy am I ready.” Louis spun the bottle and it pointed at Marge. “I have to eat her out.”
“No you don’t. You can go home if that’s the way you look at it.”
“NO. No no no. I didn’t mean it that way. I’m sorry. Loose lips. I am eager to eat you out. Pease don’t make me go.”
“I think it will go better on the mat,” said Freddy speaking from experience.
At first Louis was so tentative that Marge could hardly tell his tongue was lapping her cunt. Actually, it was just barely stroking the lips of her pussy with light licks while he got settled into position and sampled the smell. “I thought this was going to be unpleasant but it’s actually kind of good smelling.”
Marge couldn’t help pushing her pussy toward his face to get more pressure and she gasped, “Why don’t you try tasting it?”
With that, Louis spread his tongue out and gave Marge’s pussy a full-length lick from asshole to clitoris, although he didn’t know that. He only knew he got the whole Maryanne and liked it just fine.
“I think everybody should try this,” Mark said. Agreement was immediate and faster than light, everybody was prone, in pairs on the lounge pads the lay scattered on the floor. Before joining them, I turned off the lights again so we had only the under water pool lights to illuminate the scene. But we really didn’t need to see what we were doing. I don’t know about the others, but I kept my eyes closed most the time. It was too intense otherwise. Sometimes, your brain can only take so much. Like when you first turn the lights on in a dark room and you have to use just one eye at first.
I confess that after a while I had a truly splendid orgasm, the likes of which I never had from playing with myself, and a while later I opened my eyes and looked at Mark’s eyes as they looked back and forth from my crotch and then up to make contact with my eyes. But I noticed that Mark kept looking over to the side and when I followed his eyes, I saw Louis raise up to his knees and bring his penis up to a spot directly lined up with Marge’s cunt.
“Is he really going to do it?” I whispered. Mark didn’t’ have to answer. God, I’ll never forget the sight. Louis’ cock was so big and so erect in its red faced, pre-cum dripping eloquence and it didn’t hesitate once it found the mark; it just slid in and, of course I could hear Marge gasp just before she wrapped her legs around him and started to move in unison with his hips.
Mark and I couldn’t help ourselves. We wanted in on the action. I pulled on Mark’s shoulders, grabbed his cock, just in case he wasn’t clear about having permission. Then, just as he was about to line up and enter, I had a sudden thought. “Marge, you idiot. Get a condom.”
Louis said, “Boy are you out of it. I put a condom on while you had your eyes closed.”
Actually, it didn’t come out quite like that. More like, “Boy, puff pant, are you puff, out of Aiyee it.” And so forth.
“How did you know I had my eyes closed?”
“How do you think?”
Anyway, I pushed Mark away and ran over to the counter where a bowl of condoms lay ready. Mark and I were in such a hurry, it was almost comical trying to steady our hands sufficiently to get the damn, but necessary thing on.”
Melanie, always the practical one, said, “Don’t forget to get all the air out and leave space for the semen.”
We did all that and finally Mark found himself between my legs again. I understand that some people have trouble the first time. That’s what we learned from the web, and that’s why we’d planned the evening with sufficient icebreakers that we were sure to be physically ready when the moment came.
But I have to do a better job of telling you what it was like. At first I felt so full, I wasn’t sure Mark wasn’t going to rip something and hurt me forever. But soon my vagina stretched out to where it wanted more than Mark had to give me and I could only make him fill me by twisting and turning every which way. I discovered early on that I could lift my ass off the floor with my feet and counter every move Mark made with an appropriate thrust of my own.
That was while I could still look at what was happening objectively. But before long I was completely taken out of my consciousness and alive only to the moment. The constant motion of Mark’s big cock slithering all around my swollen cunt was just indescribable. In, out. Up, down. He had a way of twisting his cock inside my cunt like an old-fashioned bottle opener, scraping the side of his cock against the tightly stretched ring of my vagina.
What’s really amazing is that all this didn’t take but about five minutes and then, like Yellowstone Park, geysers started to erupt all around the lanai.
I wonder if ever four virgins were taken voluntarily in the same space, place and time in such a manner as we? I certainly can’t think of a better way for it to happen. Not only did we fulfill our wildest dreams, but also we learned a hell of a lot along the way. In one evening, we learned more about sex that any of the so-called cool set. And that was just the beginning.
We also learned that at age 18, a guy can come several times in one evening. And that was the first evening. It didn’t really matter if it was at my folk’s pool, the motel where Danny works, part time, or the other many places our new in-group met. We got it on and on and on.